These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
I'm trying. Really, I am.
I have to trust her, she says. I must not worry.
Only I'm worried. We have ambitious creative due dates, and we're not even ready to start, much less deliver, concepts.
While I do trust that, when pitfalls arise, The New Girl will take responsibility, I'd prefer we avoid these pitfalls. And I don't think yet she has the know-how to do this.
I'm trying to remember that worrying will not have any impact on the outcome.
I'm reminding myself that for all The New Girl's faults, she's much, much better than The Chocolate Covered Spider was.
But I haven't been able to convince myself not to worry.
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